My search is for a lady who is best described in the sonnet below:
Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an a valley of flowers.
Thine eyes shine like the Pacific Ocean: thy nose is like beautifully carved ivory.
Thine head upon thee is like a majestic mountain, and the hair of thine head is like a glistening sea; shining during mid-noon.
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights!
Thy stature is that of a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes that are on the vine, and the smell of thy nose is like that of fresh apples;
And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.
Come my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the valley.
Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
The mandrakes give a smell, and at our gates are all manner of pleasant fruits, new and old, which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved.
For desire of body, mind, and soul complete the spiritual transformation that provides the ecstasy searched of in Kama Sutra. (Ah ha...I knew it.)
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